A Touch of Faith, a Sprinkle of Hope, and a Dash of Guilt

Faith

My relationship with God is slightly unexplored. I will be honest here and point out that I do remember God at times, in a rather selfish way when I am in trouble. And it is almost always a give and take relationship, in a “I will do this if you do that” kind of a way. But I am certain of an energy driving me. Maybe its God? Oh yes it is God!!! How can it be God?

I don’t disapprove God’s existence, and do worship God in some way or another. But it took Oh My Good by Paresh Rawal to help me reconnect back with my faith, in a slightly comical but extremely effective way.

Hope

I think in Hindi. Most of us do think in our mother tongues and there is nothing new about it. But I know a set of people who think in English. The way they express themselves (in English) is so much better than what I can do. Needless to say, I am jealous of their confident English usage. Not having an extraordinary control over English has never been an impediment in my life but still there is a bit of inferiority complex induced, somewhere.

English Vinglish was not only about overcoming the challenges of language, it stood for a simple person overcoming her hesitations and limitations. And yes with or without surgeries, Sridevi looked every bit a superstar, and provided me hope, in a fun-filled feel good way.

Guilt

I am quite used to downgrading the new generation, or the so called Alia Bhatt kind of generation. I feel they lack the basic mannerisms in life, have limited knowledge of the country they live in and have partially lost it. In the past I have loved the cinema of Karan Johar, and observed the maturity curve of Shahrukh Khan in his movies from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai to My Name is Khan. So when he chose to represent the much despised “new generation” into his cinema, I was quite dismissive of the movie, and abused it whole-heartedly on Twitter.

But then I secretly walked into a Cinema Hall last week with my equally cynical friend, and to our surprise we thoroughly enjoyed Student of The Year. Takes me back to an age-old lesson learned in school, never have any pre-conceived notion about anything. There was a guilt within, that of being overtly judgemental, about cinema, about an entire new generation.